Chapter 3 - Round 2: Yaya's Happy Hour

Strutting to the hotel bar, Yaya felt as confident as confident could be. She'd seen the scoreboard and it wasn't amazing, but she knew it was just a matter of time after she'd beaten Tasha. Nobody was going to out-slut her, because she had one advantage over all of the other girls: she was embracing it. Winning the cocksucking competition had given her a push in the right direction, and she knew the other girls were going to stubbornly fight it off and try to pretend they were better, and for that weakness, Yaya was going to win. That was all there was to it. She ordered herself a nice, stiff whiskey and sat down to enjoy a celebratory drink.

There were eyes on her. She wasn't surprised by that, but Yaya wasn't going to bother trying to cultivate anything. Ten million dollars was on the line and she wasn't so much as flashing her tits if it wasn't for points. She was in this to win, and was only going to play whore where it counted, holding onto her dignity everywhere else.

At least, until her phone chirped. "Kitty loves her milk! In the ladies' room is a Catwoman costume. Play the sultry sex kitten and milk some big cocks to fill up ten shot glasses, and because it's happy hour, fill up an eleventh too. Line them up and down the shots one by one. Reward: 46 points."

Yaya nearly spat out her drink at the offer. Forty-six points put her so disgustingly in the lead over Vampy that she realized in a second that there was no fucking around in this contest. The numbers were all made up, and yet turning down an offer meant giving someone else that forty-six point bump and that would have sent anyone skyrocketing into first. She smashed that accept button in a second and rose quickly to head to the ladies' room, looking around and wondering if staff were following her to coordinate something like that. Indeed, waiting for her in the bathroom was someone with a camera standing beside the costume, and the intention to record her changing was clear.

A sensible woman would have been disgusted and furious at the implication, but Yaya gave a happy, sultry purr. "I bet some people have always wondered how I fit all these curves into a catsuit." She began to strip, not quite performing an elaborate striptease, but making sure she played up how she undressed, knowing this was being recorded and that she had a whole lot to push for. She stripped herself completely naked, hands running along her body, thighs rubbing together, lips parting as she licked at her fingertips, just in general slutting it up as hard as she could to help drive home her commitment. It was realism, in Yaya's eyes. This was all about ratings and hits, and if she played up to the camera and went full bore whore, the producers were going to like her more, and maybe throw her some fatter point options to play around in.

Fitting her way into the very tight catsuit was something else she drew out. The Arkham City-style Catwoman outfit was the best she could have hoped for, as it not only gave her the platform to accentuate all of her curves, but it was so fucking cleavagey that she knew she had a big leg up in that regard. This thing was the bomb, and she knew she was going to look great as she strutted her way back out to the bar, where some producers had already lined eleven shot glasses on a table in wait for her.

"Okay boys, listen up!" she called to the whole bar, cracking her whip in the air. "This slutty kitty needs her milk, and she needs eleven big, fat cocks with heavy balls full of cum to get it from. Who's going to help this little sex kitten in need?" As the men all rose up to tend to the poor cosplayer's needs, Yaya's face lit up in excitement. She was going to have fun with this.

The first man up shoved his cock in front of Yaya, who immediately began to jerk him off, no questions asked, no patience. Just a quick and dirty handjob meant to set the stage for what she was going to be doing. Quick, eager strokes helped prove her point as she moaned in excitement. She held the shot glass against the end of his cock and jerked him off right into it, as direct and eager as possible while she worked to get him off. Everything felt so direct and easy as she worked at jerking him off, working him up faster and harder with very minimal actual humiliation on her own to make this anything resembling suffering. She got him off efficiently, made him fill up the shot glass and set it back down onto the table. Nobody had ever earned ten million dollars this easily before.

"Let me fuck those big tits," groaned the next man, who very abruptly shoved his cock down her cleavage and began to thrust down into it, careless and aggressive in his approach, but Yaya didn't hesitate to moan in approval and encouragement, egging him on as he hammered down her soft, heavily emphasized and perked up cleavage. Anything to get the win, she told herself, as she watched him hammer down feverishly, his thick cock leaving her to shiver a bit as it pushed against her skin. She was getting hot from the attention, and she didn't want to outright admit it with the camera on--constructive sluttery, after all--but fuck was she getting turned on from this. Fortunately, it wasn't long before he came, pulling out of her tits and filling up shot glass number two.

The next man up demanded a blowjob, and Yaya was still eager to please and eager to do whatever it took to win as he moaned and slurped her way down the cock, careful in how she moved, not letting it into her throat so she could keep control of the situation, but her hands and her hot mouth were more than enough to pacify the man who relished in the treatment. She was quickly coming to realize this was how the tone was being set, that the men wanted different, exciting ways to get off, and she was sure the viewers were going to appreciate seeing her change things up too, which kept her eager to please. "I came here for a tropical vacation," groaned the man as he pulled out of her mouth, "But a hot cosplay cocksucker is so much better than beaches." He blew his load into the glass next. Three down, and Yaya hadn't broken a sweat.

"Look at all these big cocks!" Yaya gasped as she jerked off two dicks at once, a pair of frat bros demanding her attention together as she jerked them over the edge of the bar and toward the glasses. "I'm such a spoiled slut to have all this attention to myself. I wish I could have these dicks wrecking my tight holes too, but I have a contest to win!" She wiggled her hips, her round ass lovingly picked up by one of the cameras as she shook about, wanting to make sure she was playing up every angle possible for the people at home jerking off, hoping there were lots of them and that her popularity was exploding here.

She may need it, to keep this from killing her business of outright.

Four and five were filled up quickly, and on to number six, she had a cock shoved up against her face, rubbing against it and smacking down against her cheek as the man jerked off. "**** me with your cock," she whined. "I don't care how you do it, all I want is to service these amazing cocks and get them off. Use me however you want, it's still turning me on so much!" Her tongue hung out, and he slapped it down against there a bit too for good measure. It was raw and a little degrading, but Yaya held strong, loving the chance to just give in to this and embrace the pleasure. Especially the pleasure of winning, as Yaya knew this wasn't the worst thing that could have been done to her. The man came, though not before a shot of cum splattered onto her face. Thankfully, he still filled up the glass just fine.

Hands grabbing the back of her hair held her head steady as she choked and drooled all over a big cock forcing its way down her throat. Order had broken down a little bit, and as her throat spasmed around the cock getting **** down her gullet she felt like she was out of control and helpless, burning up in confusion amid the ways in which she was used so thoroughly. She couldn't stop this even if her throat being penetrated was a step too far from control, but she wasn't able to do much about it as she shivered and whined, drool spilling from her mouth as the cock pulled out, and while she took a gasp of much needed air, he gave her a shot of cum to enjoy.

"I love this fat balls so much. I can tell they're ready to burst with all kinds of delicious cum for me." Yaya slobbered all over a pair of big nuts without shame, even nuzzling her face up against the cock as she went in pursuit of showing off what she could do and what she was willing to do to make this work out. She welcomed everything now and just focused on the pleasure and on the excitement, shoving forward and carelessly treating the cock to her worst, amazed by how easy it was to just go and do it all. Slobbering all over a heavy pair of balls was a fast way to get a guy off, though, as he blew his load faster than almost anyone.

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"Cocks are so good!" Yaya slobbered all over the next cock, entirely external in her approach as she licked and kissed the cock all over, sloppily worshiping it and rubbing her face all over it. The chaos and haze of her lust was getting the better of her now and she felt a bit confused and dizzy as she pushed onward, struggling to think through this all as she gave her all to giving these men everything they wanted. Nothing else could have done, and the sooner she got this challenge done, the sooner she could find somewhere to deal with her frustrations in what she didn't have any illusions probably wouldn't be a genuinely private setting.

The last two cocks up decided to take turns with her mouth, head held in place as back and forth thrusts rocked her. Ten second bursts of sloppy facefucking followed, as Yaya felt dizzy under the struggle of sucking both dicks back and forth, until finally the men got bored and shoved their cocks into her mouth together, making Yaya panic as she opened up her jaw so wide it was almost painful in the name of accommodating them and their brutal desires. This was far more than Yaya was prepared for, body shivering, threatening to buck under the pressure as their thrusts rocked her, until finally they too left the last two shot glasses nice and cummy.

Wiping the door from her chin, Yaya whined, rising up to start at the front of the line. "Thank you all so much for giving this kitty her nighttime snack. I can't sleep without my warm milk." She grabbed the first one, taking a deep breath and then just slamming the shot. She knew it was the only way she was going to get through this. Down the line she went, chugging down the shots of cum one by one. The saltiness hit her tongue, overpowering and a bit infuriating, but she pushed down her frustration as she kept moving. It slid down her throat so gooey, and each successive load seemed to compound that as she drank along. She was surprised by how much there was; one shot didn't seem like much, but eleven successive shots was another story entirely.

It built up on her tongue, along her tonsils, in her throat... She kept drinking, every sot a bit trickier to take than the last, and it was around shot ten she realized that eleven shots was almost a full half liter of semen she was drinking down, a fact that left her shaking by the time she downed shot number eleven. She'd done it, but it had not been with much pride or poise, and Yaya found herself shuddering under the pressure of what bore down upon her, aching for something, anything that felt even remotely sensible. But she really wasn't in any position for that as she looked toward the crowd and the cameras to give some flirty cat noises and smiles. She had to play it up just a moment longer before finding somewhere to shed both her disgust and her cumbersome, in-the-way-of-masturbation clothes.

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Preliminary round two standings:

Tasha: 70 points

Yaya Han: 50 points

VampyBitMe: 15 points

Jessica Nigri: 11 points

Enji Night: 6 points

Maria Fernanda: 2 points